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Who: Diem & Lydia
When: Tuesday Night, Around 4:00pm
Where: Lydia Martin's Residence
Rating: PG-13 for violence and some swears. This is also a plot post, so please read when you have time :)
Diem: The street was quiet, not a soul around as Diem made her way down the empty paveway. The list was in her pocket, people of interest to Derek Hale's pack, and the first target on her list was Lydia Martin. She was an interesting girl to say the least, being immune to the supernatural but having the emotional state of a psychotic patient. She knew of her interactions with Peter Hale, how he twister her mind so easily... she was nothing but a glass vase waiting to be shattered. She stopped walking, looking at the huge house that belonged to the Martin's. She could smell the girl; no one else seemed to be around, so she passed the gate and walked over to the front door, knocking gently as she waited for the girl to answer.
Lydia Martin
Lydia was in her room, just lying in her bed. There wasn't anything to do tonight- which was, of course, dull. If there was someone to be with or something to do, there wouldn’t be a chance that she’d miss it. But there wasn’t. She had been thinking about all of the new people in town for a bit because, sure, one or two people is normal. Seven or eight, not so much.
Hearing a knock, she sat up in her bed. Who’d be knocking now? She sighed, and walked out of the room. She ran down the staircase, and stopped in front of the door. Lydia opened the door to see someone standing in front of her. The person couldn’t have been much older than Lydia, herself, but wasn’t someone she recognized. “Can I help you?” she asked, crossing her arms.
Diem: The instant the door opened Diem threw the girl the biggest smile. She stood in spot, moving a hand to her arm as she tilted her head to the side. "Hello, I think you can actually. My name is Diem, I'm kind of new in town and I was hoping to.... get to know some people here in town. You, wouldn't happen to mind if I came in for a bit? I know it's weird for me to do this but, I just want to get to know everyone." Diem threw Lydia a bigger smile, rocking on her feet a bit as she waited for the girl to answer. It was annoying, being nice all the time but she had to get inside somehow.
Lydia: She raised her eyebrows, staring at Diem. Lydia had never had someone just ask to come in to her house, which was a bit odd. She didn’t know if she was a serial killer, or what, but she’d never know unless she let the girl in. She could see the headline now “MURDER IN A SMALL TOWN”, but whatever the probability for that was, she decided to open the door.
Breaking every rule she was taught as a child, she took a step backwards and gestured inside to her house. Looking at Diem, she said “I’m Lydia Martin. Why’d you move to Beacon Hills?” She figured if she let someone in her house, she could ask a simple question.
Diem: Smiling all the way, Diem walked inside her house, looking around as Lydia held the door open for her. "Thank you sweetheart." Diem stopped in the entry way, looking at the nice and spacious house before turning her attention to Lydia. "We just needed a change of scenery I suppose, kind of part of the family business travelin' around and whatnot." Her smile widened a bit, looking at Lydia as she folded her arms over her chest. "So... Lydia right? How long have you been in this small little town?"
Lydia Martin: She nodded as Diem walked inside, shutting the door behind the two of them. “That’s understandable, I suppose,” said Lydia, walking further into her house, “The living room’s in here.” She couldn’t help but feel a little odd with this new person in her house, but no turning back now. “Yes, I’m Lydia. And I’ve been here for as long as I’ve been alive”
Diem: Diem nodded, following Lydia further into her home as the girl talked. She had a feeling that Lydia was one of those girls who could just talk her way out of anything, and she rolled her eyes without the girl noticing just thinking of the nothing. Putting her smile back on, Diem walked over towards the sofa and sat herself down. "That is an awful long time to be here, sweets. My family has heard things about this town... mysterious attacks and whatnot. So, between is girls, what's really going on around here?" Diem wasn't sure how open or truthful Lydia would be with her, but there had to be something about this girl that has kept her alive for so long, immunity or no.
Lydia Martin: Lydia watched Diem sit down, before sitting down on the edge of the sofa herself. She listened to her talk, narrowing her eyes. Was Diem hinting that she knew about the werewolves? That’s what it seemed like, but who knows? It wasn’t like Lydia was a mind-reader, or anything. “Not everyone has to move around,” she answered, aloofly, “but it could be nice. What would I know about the animal attacks?” She paused, considering what to say next. “All they are are animals, probably cougars or wolves. It isn’t like I go wandering around the woods.”
Diem: Her eyes narrowed then, her smile still plastered on her face as she shifted in her seat. "People keep telling me to be cautious, be safe, that this town is no place for a family to settle down in. I just want to know the truth, sweetheart. That's all I am after." Diem stood then, standing in front of a sitting Lydia as her eyes glistened brighter. "You know the truth though, don't you? The reason why monsters are moving around this town." Her eyes turned crimson then, grabbing onto the girl's throat as she stepped closer to her. "Poor Lydia, immune to the bite but crazy as a bat. That's your story, isn't it? Peter Hale had you riding a one-way train to crazy town?" Her smile grew even wider, holding onto the girls throat just a little bit tighter. "Tell me, what is it about Derek Hale's pack that keeps you interested in them?"
Lydia Martin: Lydia’s heart sank as she listened. In no way was Diem as nice as she seemed, she was the exact opposite. “Well, if you want the truth, go ask somebody else because apparently you don’t believe what I say” she retorted, rolling her eyes. When Diem took a step closer to her, her heart was in her throat. “I’m not crazy” she whispered, or at least tried to, as her airway was constricted. Lydia’s eyes widened, watching Diem’s eyes turn read. Great, just what this town needed. More werewolves. She swallowed, reaching up to try and pull Diem’s hands off. No luck. Once again, it was poor, defenseless Lydia against the strong wolves. “Please,” she whispered, “Let go of me.”
Diem: The laugh that escaped Diem's throat was anything but nice as her grip on Lydia tightened just a little bit. "Lying is not going to help you here, Lydia. I don't want to hurt you, and I don't want to kill you. However, whether or not I do that depends on the decisions of Derek Hale." Diem was closer now as her smile grew, her grip on Lydia's throat only slacking just in the lightest. "Tell me, Lydia... what have those wolves done to you but cause you pain, hurt you, made you a person that you do not deserve to be? This is what you get for hanging around Hale's pack, and if you continue to do so the only place you will ever find yourself in is a grave."
Lydia Martin: The laugh echoed in Lydia’s ears as she maintained eye contact with the alpha. People had called her crazy, but she wouldn’t be called a coward, too. She couldn’t help but smirk (despite the situation) as Diem indirectly threatened her- there’d been too many death threats to count lately. “What does Derek have to do with this?” she asked, swallowing once more. She was mute as she continued to listen. Diem did have a point- everything she was being told was true. Nothing good had come out of this whole situation, except maybe a few friends. Friends in the loosest sense of the word, though. Lydia bit her lip before saying “I’m not dead yet.”
Diem: "Derek has everything to do with this." She looked into Lydia's eyes then, wanting to wipe that smug little smirk right off her face with her claws. She gripped even righter then, her grip sure to bruise the young girl's throat as her eyes flashed a bright red. "Aw, look at you little girl, trying be be all tough and strong. No, you are very much alive, but I can definitely changed that." She let go the the grip of her throart then, making sure to trial her claws as it cut into her skin. Diem gripped Lydia by the hair then, pulling her against a wall and letting her fangs out. "Shall we bite into you again my dear, see if dear old Peter's bite was just a fluke or see if you are really as immune as they say you are?"
Lydia Martin: ‘Maybe sarcastic comments aren’t suitable for this situation’ thought Lydia, blinking back the tears that welled up in her eyes. There would definitely be marks left on her neck tomorrow- if she was alive tomorrow. “If you kill me, make me go out with a bang,” she shrugged, “Nothing like an undramatic ending.” More and more sarcasm. Lydia would be lucky if her mouth didn’t get her killed by the end of the night. Running through the woods: Scary. Hallucinating: Scarier. Seeing a werewolf right in front of her face: Terrifying. She turned her head slightly, to try and block Diem from view, but it was not use. The first bite was awful, and the second bite would probably be just as worse.
Diem: Her lips turned up into a dangerous smile, moving her hand up to tap a nail across Lydia's throat and collarbone. "You have such pretty skin my love, it would be such a shame to see it all red, broken, and shred to pieces beneath my feet." She moved Lydia's head forcefully then, a hand still burried in her hair as she forced her to really look at Diem. Smiling, she got close to her face, licking her lips before moving to her ear. "I'll refrain for now darlin', but I need you to know that the only reason I'm pickin' on ya is because of those things you call friends. They're friends of Derek Hale, and anyone close to the pack much be punished. Any blood spilled is on his head for getting in our way, not mine." Diem lifted her head then, looking into her eyes as her smirk multiplied. "I need you to deliver a message for me. Can you do that sweet cheeks?"
Lydia: She could feel the goosebumps raising on her body when Diem tapped her collarbone. Just a bit resigned, Lydia nodded slightly in response. Gaze flickering between the carpet and the side of her face, she couldn't help but let out a oomph as her head hit the wall. Of all of the worst days that she's had, this would rank up towards the top. "Friends?" she questioned, a sneer on her face. "I wouldn't go that far, but a few are tolerable." Anyone related to the pack? Ha, she must not realize half the school is entwined with someone involved. Lydia rolled her eyes at the next comment. "Sure I could" she said, her voice saccharine.
Diem: She could feel the girl mocking her, sneering as she slammed her head hard against the wall. "You would do best not to roll your eyes at someone who can rip your head off, Miss Martin." Diem was seeing red then, her words like venom as she cracked her neck. "I need you to give Derek Hale a message. I don't care how it gets to him, a game of telephone whatever.... just let him know that this is what he gets for trying to surround himself with friends, with a pack. No matter what the alphas are not going to stop until we get what we want. And Sweetie, the next time we meet, I'll make sure to rip that head right off your perfect little body." Diem let go then, stepping back a few inches before slapping Lydia across the face hard, her nails making contact with her skin as she felt her skin beneath them. "Got it, honey bunches?"
Lydia: Head throbbing, all she could bear to do was nod as Diem talked. What stuck out to her most was that the alphas probably had a definitive plan. Whatever it was, it couldn’t be good. One alpha was awful, a pack would be a thousand times worse. “Alright, I’ll be sure to tell Derek whenever I see him next,” said Lydia coolly, knowing it might be a while until that point.
Watching Diem, she made a note to herself to avoid her at all cost because, of course, she preferred to live rather than be rotting in the ground. Scowling, she muttered “I understand, completely.” It was a simple concept, the purpose of their conversation. It was to scare Lydia away from the pack. After all, when one has no allies, who can they turn to?
Diem: "Good girl!" Diem smiled then, lifting Lydia back up off the floor into a standing position. She started to brush her off then, her hair in disarray and the beautiful bruise what was already forming on Lydia's neck was something of a work of art. Of course the blood dripping from her face from where she slapped her made her look just tragically ethereal. "I don't want to kill you Lydia, honestly I don't, but if Derek Hales leaves me no choice then what am I supposed to do?" Shrugging then She patted the young girl on the top of her head, turning to leave as she waved a hand in the air. "It was a pleasure meeting you darling, thanks so much for welcoming me here. I can't wait to meet everyone else!" Her smile wide and her heart filled with unbridled joy, Diem practically skipped out of the girl's house, humming to herself as she moved on to the next target.
Lydia: After she had pulled back to her feet, Lydia tried to sidestep and avoid Diem’s attempts to brush her off, but it was no use. She lifted her hand up to touch her cheek, pulling it away, she saw blood. The forsaken claws had broken the skin. After the last slap, she didn't want to say anything else to upset the alpha, so she kept her mouth shut as Diem rambled on. Lydia couldn't help but think that Diem would enjoy killing her, though. Scornfully, she watched as the wolf left her house gleefully. How people could get amusement out of hurting people, she’d never understand. Now that she was alone again, all she had to do was worry about the bruises blossoming on her cheek and neck.
